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The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. “I don’t know how, but I always manage to find a 164 fiddle if there is one around. ” Sir John breathed a long deep sigh. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda.
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